The pitiful little dog barked wildly, but no one opened the door for it.
While it refused to give up and was about to wait obediently at the door, the instant noodle spirit came back.
Little Tyrant Dragon, who was petrified, as if it had been electrocuted: "…" It was over, it was over!
This was what it meant to fall from heaven to hell! Hell!
…
"Daughter, why don't you recognize Little Tyrant Dragon? I think it's so pitiful!" In just a few days, it seemed to have lost weight. Fortunately, Father Lu remembered how obedient it was. Who knew how that little brat, No. 5, had been raising it!
In the private room, Father Lu felt a little sorry for the little dog.
At home, he could still blame the puppy if he couldn't help sneaking bites of food when he wasn't allowed to.
